by S. R. Watson
“Shit. Grayson, please don’t stop.” I lift my hips to meet his intensity and it drives him mad. His rhythm increases as he pounds me into the mattress.
“Argh. Baby what are you doing to me?” He bites down on my neck and I scream out in pleasure. “Fuck. I need you to get there. I’m not going to last ... ” He doesn’t even finish his sentence before I’m exploding around him. “Fuck, yeah,” he screams as he comes. He rests his head on my shoulder as we both ride out the waves of ecstasy.
After a few minutes, he rises and I immediately feel bereft. “Get ready. We’re going out.” He gives me one last wink and heads out the door. Surely he knows what his winks do to me. Only Grayson can set me on fire with a wink. I grudgingly get a quick shower and brush my teeth. He doesn’t tell me where we’re going so I’m unsure what I should wear. After some consideration, I put on a pair of skinny jeans paired with heels and a tank. Neither of us brings up last night and I’m content to let whatever occurred between us lie dormant for now. I don’t want to ruin our day. I’ll allow him time to process what sleeping with me means, if anything, without my immediate greed for more.
THANKS TO JORDAN, I’ve learned heels are the quickest way to dress up any outfit. I was never much of a heel person, but I have to admit I like the added height it gives my five foot four stature. I still prefer my wedges or flip-flops though. Comfort is usually more important, but I don’t know where Grayson is taking me.
When I walk out of the room, he’s looking at me like he wants to take me back in the bedroom and do the nasty again. I giggle at my own wicked thoughts.
“What is so funny?”
“The way you’re looking at me.” I’m laughing harder now.
“I’m that obvious, huh?” He walks up to me and puts one hand around my waist. His other hand reaches down and pulls one heel off and then the other. I think he’s about to undress me. “These heels are sexy as hell, but you won’t need them for the day I have in mind. I would advise tennis shoes.” He kisses the tip of my nose, turns me around, and swats my ass to steer me back into the bedroom. I expect him to follow, but he doesn’t. I throw on my Nike Shox and put my hair in a messy bun before retuning to the living area. Grayson walks up to me and grabs the elastic band that is holding my hair in place.
“I didn’t say to change the hair. I love it wild and untamed. The waves are sexy and it’s a constant turn on.” He runs his hands through my hair for emphasis as he kisses me passionately. “Let’s get out of here before I change my mind.”
“I wouldn’t object.” I run my hand up and down his chest.
“Who is the sex fiend now?” he chides. Well, yes, and you created her!
A car is waiting for us when we get outside. “Where’s your car?”
“I didn’t want to drive. You are my focus today and I need my hands free.”
“Umm hmm, I bet. Where are we going?” We climb in the back of a Bentley.
“I thought we’d visit Muir Woods today.” He grabs my hand and rubs tiny circles over my skin. I like his hands free so far. “We’ll get to take in nature’s beauty and get some fresh air away from the hotel.”
We spend the day hiking along the trails. Lush green trees stretch beyond our sight, surrounding us. Grayson and I walk hand in hand, taking in the sights and listening to nature’s sounds. It’s nice to be able to completely let down our guard without the fear of being caught. The day feels suspiciously like a relationship-oriented date, but I won’t mention it, at the risk of him ending it. Around lunchtime, Grayson surprises me with a picnic set up for us on Muir Wood beach.
We’re not alone, but he has managed to secure a spot that is well removed from the others, offering semi-privacy. I look at him and he’s smiling at me. He doesn’t realize these romantic moments only add to the confusion of what we’re actually doing. These glimpses into his caring side make me want more. He says I’m the one who needs to strip myself bare and give my fears to him, but he needs to strip with me. What pain is he holding onto that he’s willing to go to such extremes to avoid love and relationships? How is he so good at this though, yet, he doesn’t seem to want it at the same time?
I’m determined to stay in this moment though and enjoy my time with him while it last. As he unpacks the picnic basket, I swear I gain five pounds just looking at the delicious spread. There’s black forest ham on pumpernickel, chocolate covered strawberries, various cheeses, Cesar salad, and the white wine I liked last weekend.
“This spread looks amazing. When did you have time to coordinate all this?”
His grin is addicting. “I have my ways, but I’ll never tell. This is me making up for leaving you during our time last weekend.”
“Grayson, that was okay. I know you had business to tend to.” I give him a soft peck on the cheek. He uses this opportunity to lay my head across his lap. He feeds me one chocolate strawberry and I’m in heaven.
“The strawberries go really well with the wine,” he says.
I attempt to sit up to grab a glass, but he pushes me back down on his legs. I’m facing him so he can see me pout. “How am I supposed to try the wine with my strawberries if I’m lying on my back?”
“Like this,” he says. He takes a sip of his own wine and I’m confused until he leans down and captures my lips with his. He transfers the wine from his mouth to mine and it has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Holy hell. My breath hitches and my chest heaves as I try to remember to breathe. This man is trying to kill me. “You like the wine, baby?”
I’m speechless so I simply nod. He takes another sip of his wine and repeats the same erotic offering. I refuse to let his mouth go this time. I deepen the kiss and he groans. I feel his hardness penetrating my back. “Don’t start something in public baby that you aren’t prepared to finish because I’ll take you right here on this picnic blanket,” he threatens again. His lustful eyes pierce mine and I know he’s not bluffing. “It’s so easy to lose control with you.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I’d never been this open to new experiences with Liam. Grayson makes me feel sexy and desired. He continues to feed me strawberries and I must say that I love the pampering.
I rise up on my knees so I can feed him as well. When I straddle his thighs he growls.
“May I remind you we’re in a public place?”
“Umm hmm,” I reply teasingly. I know exactly what I’m doing to him. If I didn’t, his boner poking me through my jeans would be a dead giveaway. He grips my hips to grind farther into me.
“Behave, woman.” We finish our picnic with me on his lap, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “I have one more surprise.”
“What is it?” I squirm in his lap like an excited toddler.
“Come. It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” He grabs my hand and we trek back where our driver is parked. We arrive at the south beach harbor and rent a two-person kayak. I gawk at Grayson in shock. We’re preparing to take a sunset kayaking tour. The romance factor has just exploded off the charts.
“I don’t know what to say. Today has been an adventure. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”
“You deserve it. This is just a taste. I’d love to introduce you to more of my hobbies.” He takes a seat in the back of the kayak and guides me to the front. The sun has now set and the lights of the cityscape set the ambiance. I can’t see Grayson, but I can feel his energy.
His purposeful stroke of the paddle compensates for my beginner’s efforts. I revel in this memory-making moment. I turn slightly and see he’s staring at me intently. I mouth, “thank you,” and he smiles. By the time our tour ends I’m hungry for both him and food. We decide to eat at the Tonga bar rather than going to the room to change for some fancy-schmancy place. When we make it back to the suite, we head straight to my bedroom. No detours. We are both ready to release this sexual tension that has been building all day.
“Let me draw us a bath,” he suggests.
“Okay.” I’m not going to arg
ue with that. Grayson lights candles and pours scented oils as the bath runs. He makes quick work of ridding himself of his clothes before peeling off mine. I watch his dick rise to the occasion as he removes my last stitch of clothing. He gets into the tub first and watches as I get in position in front of him.
“Lie back baby.” He uses a sponge to wet my breasts. He plants small kisses to the side of my face and I feel myself melting into him. He uses the sponge to caress every inch of my body, which is on fire now and I begin to squirm. “What’s wrong baby?”
He knows exactly what’s wrong. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.
I turn to face him and straddle his lower legs, stretching the full length of the tub. I waste no time taking him in my hands and beginning a torturous stroke. A bead of liquid forms at the tip of his cock as it rises above the water line. He lets out a soft gasp. As I lower my head closer to the object of my desire, his legs stiffen in anticipation while the heat in his eyes sear me on the spot. I take my time licking the head before allowing my tongue to explore the underside of his shaft. His hands are tangled in my hair now, trying to guide my movements. I cup his sack as I hollow my cheeks and take him deep. My heads bobs up and down on his length like he’s my favorite Grayson-flavored lollipop, and I love how I’m making him lose control.
“Shit. Please don’t stop. Your mouth is incredible.” His appraisal makes me double my efforts. I’m wet from seeing how turned on I’m making him. His legs stiffen once more and I know that he’s close. “Baby, I’m going to come. You need to stop if you don’t want me to explode in your mouth.”
I’m thrilled he’s completely at my mercy. I answer his warning with harder suction and increase my stroking. He should have known how this was going to play out. He surrenders his orgasm to me and it’s so thick I almost choke. I swallow every bit he has gifted me and lick my lips in satisfaction.
“Bath time is over baby.” Grayson is out of the tub in the blink of an eye. He grabs me and does a rush job of toweling us dry. He turns me toward the bedroom and slaps my ass. The stinging sensation causes moisture to build between my legs. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”
I comply without hesitation. He stealthily crawls between my legs and plants sensuous kisses along my inner thigh. My hips buck on their own accord, but are held still in his masculine grasp. “Hold still, baby.”
“Grayson, please.” I’m already so wet and turned on from giving him head in the bath. My skin is alive with sensual overload and I’m dying for him to be inside me. His teasing is driving me insane. I almost come undone at the first lick of his skilled tongue. He sucks on my nub while he slips one, then two fingers inside me. He crooks his finger in a ‘come here’ motion and I scream out in pure ecstasy.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is gripping the hell out of my finger.” He continues his feast until another orgasm rolls on top of the first one. I grip his hair as I ride his face. My knees quiver around his head before they fall limp in exhaustion. He crawls up the length of my body and kisses me with fervor. He places his tip at my entrance, sliding in with ease. I moan with pleasure as he thrusts his hips in a delicious tempo. He begins to suck on my neck and I writhe in his arms. I love how his weight and masculine build encases me in warmth.
I no longer lie to myself. I’m head over heels in love with this man. What I thought I had with Liam doesn’t even compare. He angles his hips and this new position has us both splintering in pieces. I feel him throbbing inside me.
“Damn, baby. You feel so good.” He places tiny kisses along my jawline and massages my breast. He flicks my nipple and I feel a bite of pain. He leans down and takes one into his mouth and begins to suck. I can feel the moisture pooling between my folds again. He alternates nibbling and sucking both breasts and now I am on fire. I feel his erection lengthening along my thigh right before he enters me again. Four orgasms later I’m sated and bone tired. Grayson disappears to get a washcloth. When he comes back he cleans me up and all I can do is lie here during this intimate moment.
“Are you worn out?” He gives that wicked grin I love and winks. If I weren’t so tired I would beg him to take me again.
“Yes, baby. You wore me out.” I admit.
He climbs into bed with me and I smile. “I love sleeping with you.” I flush crimson after realizing I just admitted this out loud. I don’t want to spook him. I cover my eyes with my hands, afraid to read his expression. He removes my hands and places a kiss on the tip of my nose.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I actually like sleeping with you, too.” He pulls me closer and brings the covers over us. “This is new territory for me, Siobhan. I’ve never wanted to share my bed, but with you it’s easy.”
“You know technically you aren’t sharing your bed, I am,” I chortle.
Grayson squeezes me and bites my shoulder. My back is to his front. “You know what I mean, smart ass, I don’t sleep in bed with anyone. After sex is done, I want to be in my bed alone. This is a humongous step for me, but I want to take that step with you.”
I am speechless. He’s making allowances for me. I don’t want to read too much into it, but is he falling for me? If his tenderness is any indication, I would say so, but he is holding his cards close. I won’t push him, but I’m happy with our progress. I snuggle into him and let myself fall into a deep peaceful sleep.
SUNDAY MORNING COMES too soon. I want to stay wrapped up with Grayson. I feel his morning wood poking into my backside.
“Morning, babe.” He thrusts his pelvis forward for emphasis.
“Back at you, babe.” I push back into his erection. This is the only invitation that he needs. He raises my leg up slightly and slides in with ease. He pumps in and out me slowly while I lean my head back in pure pleasure.
“Oh God, Grayson, that feels so good, baby.” My hips move in tempo with his thrusts. That familiar feeling begins low in my belly and starts to build.
“You. Like. That. Baby?” He punctuates every word while pumping into me.
“Yes. Yes. God, yes,” I scream. My orgasm hits me so hard I see stars. Grayson finds his release shortly after me. Neither one of us makes a move to get up. He doesn’t even bother pulling out. We fall asleep entangled together.
By the time we wake up again it’s one in the afternoon. Our time has come to an end. We indulge in another orgasm in the shower before getting ready for the drive back. Lyrics from Imagine Dragon’s Demons fill the air within the car as I reminisce over the last forty-eight hours. Grayson reaches over and places a hand on my thigh.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m great.” This weekend surpasses our last weekend. I don’t know how we can top it. “Thank you for a wonderful time.”
“No problem. Are you going home this week for Thanksgiving break?”
“Yes. Jordan and I are leaving Tuesday and coming back Sunday.” I’m going to miss seeing him next weekend.
“Well, enjoy your family time and be ready for me the following weekend. I might not let you sleep at all,” he kids.
“What are you going to do for the holiday?”
“I’ll spend the day with my family, but other than that I’ll be catching up on work for my father.”
I want to ask if Vanessa will be there, but I leave it. I won’t let the thought of her ruin the weekend we just had. “Okay, I’ll see you when I get back.”
WHEN I WALK into the condo, Jordan is cuddled up with Trevor watching a movie. She smiles knowingly at me.
“There is some General Tso’s chicken in the kitchen if you’re hungry,” she says.
“Thanks. I think I’ll get some.” I make myself a plate then head to my room. I don’t want to intrude on her alone time with Trevor. I know once he leaves, I’ll be questioned incessantly on my weekend with Grayson. I’m grateful for the reprieve. I won’t divulge all the details, such as how I have managed to fall head over heels in love with him. I would never hear the end of it. Instead, I’ll give her the edited version.
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I settle into bed to watch Netflix. After a minute of flipping through the genres, I settle on White Collar. I’ll save the Nikita episodes for my time with Jordan. Neal’s antics are hilarious. My phone rings and I jump to answer it, thinking it’s Grayson. Unfortunately, it’s my phone stalker. I haven’t heard from him or her in a week. I wish I knew who it was.
“Why the hell do you keep calling me?” There is no answer on the other end. Only heavy breathing. Why me? “Stop calling my phone, you damn psycho.” I hang up in frustration. Stupid asshole. I turn the television and my ringer off. It doesn’t take long for sleep to find me.
“SHIV, YOU ARE going to be late. Get your ass up.” Jordan bangs on my door. I look at my alarm and see that it’s almost eight o’clock. Shit, she’s right. After having a week off from classes and sleeping in late, my routine is off. I brush my teeth and that’s all I have time for. I throw on a pair of jeans, a wife beater, a letterman jacket, sneakers, and a baseball cap over my ponytail to hide my out of control hair.
“See you later, Jordan. Thanks for getting me up.”
“Umm Hmm.”
I speed down the road, but it does little to shorten my twenty-minute commute. By the time I park and get to class there’s only thirty minutes left. As I enter the room, Grayson halts his lecture.
“How nice of you to join us, Ms. Gallagher.” I flush crimson at his sarcasm. He waits until I take a seat before continuing the lesson. Liam gives me a sympathetic smile and whispers that he will email me a copy of his notes after he gets them typed up. He’s always written and then typed his notes. Seems redundant to me, but he insists it helps commit the information to memory. He chose not to go home during the Thanksgiving break.
